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These Nights Grow More Baroque
Nights where no sleep occurs, oscillating nightmare drips across my eyes
A dinner consisted of two Jumbo Push Pops and lukewarm orange soda
As these walls begin to make more sense, I grow more terrified
The lamps knitting scarves and gloves for me, to survive these harsh cold slumbers
Growing out of my fingernails bark, each day I measure the progress
Soon the sheets will swallow me, and trim will skin be close to salvation in wolfs pelt
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